Since Grandma didn’t write anything a hundred years ago today, I’m going to share an article from Grandma’s local paper, the Milton Evening Standard.

Apparently there was a drought in central Pennsylvania during September, 1914—and the nearby town of Milton was concerned about a potential water shortage. I wonder how the well on the Muffly farm was holding up during the dry weather.

Water. Only when it’s scarce do we appreciate what a gift-freely-given it is for all to enjoy.

For some reason it puts me in mind of the Pequabuck river that ran through our little town of Forestville. So polluted by the businesses upstream that it ran brown and stinky. Then came the time when people cared, efforts were made, and it now runs clear and sweet.

It’s wonderful how the Pequabuck and so many other streams are so much cleaner today than they were years ago. It’s heartwarming to know that people are able to work together to improve their community.